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With the cocking of his gun
I squeezed my eye lids all so narrow
And considered how big a gun can look
When looking down its barrel
But instead of being shot
The Doc ordered me once more
To hop down in the shallow grave
And start digging up the ore
He threw me down a pick axe
And as I grab it with my hands
Saying "Don't get no ideas
Or I'll shoot you where you stand"
So I plunged it in the rock
And as the pieces fell away
I saw that it was gold
And the Doc's plan plain as day
He would seem to rescue strangers
From the crowd, back in the town
And take them here to mine for him
Then shoot the wrangler down
With a coffin filled with ore
Then back to town he'd make his way
"He let the fella go"
At least that is what he'd say
This way Doc could keep the gold
And the secret of his find
And as for missing strangers
no one payed any mind
To be continued in Vol 6 Page 9 soon
. Near miss Hit the shoulder
The know all Knows enough to know better
Well stacked Last in, first out
Awfully good Terribly impressive
Original copy authentic counterfeits
Wise old fools Smarties in clown shoes
Virtual reality Wearing fancy glasses
Silent scream Parenting in public
Almost exactly Near enough, thereabouts
Some Tax relief A very short-lived miracle
Business ethics Hidden in the fine print
It’s Bittersweet what a lemons dream of
Alone together The perfect blind date
Exact estimate Precisely give or take
Foolish wisdom Advice everyone ignores
An Open secret Whisper in megaphone
Glorious defeat Lost magnificently
Working holiday Emails from the yacht
Echoing silence Needs even bigger ears
Honest disguise Fooled even the mirror
Same difference identical opposites
Cruel to be kind You'll thank me tomorrow
Odd airline food Altitude without attitude
Controlled chaos My filing system
Negative growth Shrinking with confidence
Social distancing Introverts living the dream
A definite maybe Committed to indecision
Simply so elegant But no simpler
AI's is so infallible A million monkeys proofreading
Invisible footprints The smell of shoes
Beginning finished Chapter One
Alone in the crowd A hit in Social media
Passive aggression Weaponized politeness
Certain uncertainty Absolutely ..Perhaps
Borrowed originality I invented your idea
Military intelligence Marching the goose step
Transparent mystery Plain as day is night
Some sweet sorrows Chocolate after heartbreak
Remembered future Tomorrow's nostalgia
Artificial intelligence Still can't fold the washing
1st date was at the movies
When I saw you it was like a movie
Thoughts romantically moving
In slow motion
My words driving to Fast and Furious tripping over themselves
I still remember that feeling from the beginning, like 50 First Dates
Memories hugged between suspense and bliss, live rent free in my dreams
Some are searching for that warmth again, but I don't have to
The cold goes away every time I look at u
We slow dance in the middle of the street in La La Land
Slow dancing to Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist with you is a forever vibe
Everytime we go to buy groceries, let's slow dance in the middle of the store aisle
Fast forward through the distance and time
I'm crying seeing you walk down the aisle
We hold hands through the vows
It still feels like we are at the movies, Deja Vu...take a bow
The way you smile, mmm something about the way you smile
I know I'm sorry is not enough to pick up the pieces but I'm trying to do better and I hope you can see
I work long hours so we can spend long hours on the beach
I want to provide for our family
It just the beginning but I have the end in mind
Stress and the grind, communication and time
I know I have to be vunerable but I'm still learning how
How to walk each step with you and not be too proud to do everything on my own
No longer on my own, even though I act like it sometimes
I am ashamed of myself sometimes, or the self you see sometimes
I'm trying to be patient but the frustration causes me to move too fast sometimes
I'm not trying to leave you behind, I get beside myself at times
Two year anniversary in 2020 and the growth had certainly come with time
I know it's hard to see right now but one day we will see it, the same way I see you, and the same way you see me
Plain as day but our future is as bright the stars that I sleep under in my dreams
Stars that reside in your eyes
Stars as beautiful as diamonds with the warmth of twilight
And we will do it all together as a family under God
Together we are the best team, so when we argue remember we are on the same team
I love you more will forever ring
Like the rock on your finger
My feelings for you will linger
After the ending credits
Never forget this
P.s. I love you...
The first time I see a newborn…I am always a bit surprised at the wonder I experience when I look into their eyes.
I see a future that looks rosy…one that, no doubt, for the parents will come too fast…but as I glimpse into their future from my present…in their eyes I also see their past.
They are surrounded by family and friends…who, by their expressions, already adore them…but also in their expressions I see the faces of all those who came before them.
I see Grandma’s, Grandpa’s, Uncles, Aunts…everyone smiling and glad…
I see brothers and sisters…nephew’s and cousins…I see Mom and I see Dad.
And when I look a little closer I see how all these faces harmonize…It appears to me as plain as day…when I look into their eyes.
How lucky are the newborns…not only because of all those people who’d been awaiting them…but for all the people in their past who played a huge part in creating them.
This is why when I see a newborn…I will always be surprised…at the wonder I experience…when I look into their eyes.
As I sit here and ponder
About words someone once said,
My mind can’t help but wander.
They keep floating in my head.
Words so simple and easy,
So much rattling around.
But they tend to escape me.
I won’t stop until they’re found.
If I just concentrate more.
I heard the words many times.
I’ll find what I’m looking for,
Though I’m sure they had no rhymes.
They must have been plain as day.
I can almost remember.
At the time they came my way,
It was a cold day in December.
When I was just a child,
The words were so loud and stern.
Being foolish and wild,
I gave them little concern.
I was busy being me,
Like I didn’t have a care,
Feeling so happy and free,
Running fast from here to there.
I can picture where I was.
I think I have a notion.
But it’s very weird because
I see it in slow motion.
It was very late at night,
Our anniversary date.
Though I knew it wasn’t right,
I just didn’t want to wait.
I had very little wine,
So, I hopped into my car.
I figured I would be fine,
But I didn’t get too far.
As I jumped the curb and crashed,
I knocked my wife to the ground.
I must have been really trashed.
I heard not one, single sound.
When I got out of my car
And I held my wife so near,
Those five words were not so far.
They became so very clear.
When I looked into her eyes,
And while she was still alive,
And I knew she would soon die,
She said, “Please don’t drink and drive.”
"All night long under the moonlight, as plain as day before thy eyes, he shines in this disorderly world."
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Zero the small zebra had faint black stripes,
shined under the moonlight.
Monkeys hung by their tails from pipes
thrilled at the sight.
The zookeeper loved to brush Zero's coat
while people stood and stared.
Marching in a grand way to gloat,
white goats were paired.
Zero walked circles around the green grass,
children on his back rode.
The zoo wildlife behind thick glass
even horned toad.
1/3/2023
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From the outside looking in
I can see as plain as day
What few others ever thought of
I guess I'm cursed in that way
If you look out
I bet you'll get to know
The pain of an empty window
It held a nose streak and some paw prints
That now live in my heart
I watched my grandma and my grandpa
Wave every time that we'd part
Watched my son learn to play ball
Not so long ago
That's a broken, memory I'll have you know
The pain of an empty window
I remember the first winter
She ever spent with me
We sat there under blankets
It was better than TV
40 years of Christmas lights
Strung out in the snow
Now how I miss, their soft romantic glow
Through the pain of an empty window
There was a nose streak and some paw prints
That now live in my heart
I watched my grandma and my grandpa
Wave every time that we'd part
Watched my son learn to play ball
Not so long ago
That's a broken, memory I'll have you know
The pain of an empty window
Saw my last child off to school
How did time pass so fast
Its hard to see what memories
Are reflected in the glass
If you look out
I bet you'll get to know
The pain of an empty window
Lamenting Life Lost Before...
Last Rays Of Flickr Ring Candlelight
Approximately a dozen
orbitz around the Earth
(since mcmlix), the year
of my birth, an aversion
(stayin alive) constricted self worth
gripped (strong as strangling
choke hold), where
even to this day
(January 25th, 2019)
lx anniversaries marking birth
emotions of ambivalence directed at me,
and family of origin still career,
within psyche of Matthew Scott Harris -
less plain as day when prominent dearth
of attentiveness, compassion, empathy,
et cetera totally absent
without leave, and dear
father, (who art not thou in heaven yet)
nsync with mother (long deceased)
vividly evinced sole son lack of mirth
(matter of fact gamut
of all feelings except despair)
vociferously ejaculated, viz non verbal
communication as if...spark of life
extinguished within mine shuttered hearth
lacking necessity to eat plus,
attend to personal care
spelled disaster (even impossible
for FEMA to aright)
psychological illness offshoots infected,
this entire body, asper blight
dulling that preschool boy with
his demeanor cheerily bright,
a pallor of gloominess enshrouded this lad
blocking, crushing, destroying... daylight
additionally quashing will power to fight
off thee mailer daemon, a deadly parasite
lodged evil doppelganger fought
tooth and nail being ostracized
throve to truncate more'n foresight,
considerably less self actualized versus
present pained realization, plus violent bent
evidenced by self starved
inflicted suicide, not gunfight
since parents opposed firearms,
anyway no matter, cuz height
of determination to perish (albeit
passive) exhibited pathetic might
effortlessly overwhelmed, since
corporeal defeated essence i.e. emaciated flesh light
as a feather defeated thru thine dada
decreed diktat, and
maternal instinctual millwright
both sets of chromosomes helping beget,
asper this scribe learning
late less a frayed
gripping ropes to play right.
I once secured a mortgage loan, never noticing the date on the statement.* I was concerned about securing a down payment and an affordable payment.
The interest rate was one to die for, it seemed; and the house was both a steal and a dream.
The steal allowed the house to be affordable, and the dream made it incredibly adorable. .
The four words were right before me as plain as day.
It read, "Last payment due on "The Twelfth Of Never". It was as if I was signing so much of my life away.
When I finally took the time to analyze things, my tight-fitting head became filled with steam;
To-die-for interest rates became a never-dying nightmare of a never ending story, and putting the cart before the horse
in pursuit of a house has brought me far too much worry.
So I bid you beware of deals that look like a steal. Be wise to read the details before you close the deal.
And beware of that God-forbidding 'Twelfth of Never', because it can pain your life for what seems forever.
112420PSCtest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 25 - Rhyme 2, Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: The Twelfth Of Never.5P *Fiction
A cloth tag on my bed disturbs me
So much so that it woke me up from sleep
I prayed that it would go away
In reality it will be there till doomsday
But that's not all
I know the ways of labels
They get their way
Manufacturers protect them
So does the law
It reads as plain as day
“Do Not Remove This Tag Under Penalty of Prosecution
or Persecution”
Some such nonsense…something like that….
It's too much for a simple man like me
I fear authority and prison
But I can't continue with this obnoxious thing
First, I placed a pillow over it
Tags don't need oxygen to breath
Labels are persistent, persevering
Even resolute in their condition to prevail
I could shoot it with a gun
No. That's no good
Smoke and noise don't scare it
Bullets hardly tear it
A relentless dangling appendage to the end remains
Clinging to the ends of beds
Duct tape was next
But I knew that words continued underneath
Also hidden by sheets
The butcher knife would have to do
Savagely removed…blood curdling rips and cuts
I blew a fuse..... My bed is new
No one could refute that now
Now my life is through
I am tagged as a bed label fugitive
Furniture police men hunt me down
I could be executed… or incarcerated
Made to make amends, repairs… or even face the chair